Grateful for “the helpers” …

Perfect morning for a walk — it wasn’t very exercise-y, but the mild temps and light breeze made strolling, stopping for a sit on most of the benches along the way, looking at the geese in the meadow and turtles in the ponds, and talking, talking, talking an exercise in true happiness.  My steady-as-a-rock-through-anything husband listened to the litany of blues that have buried me since yesterday … lent perspective as only he can do … made me throw back my head and laugh … and as always, the light changed, even just a little.  Thank you, babe.

And this was at the top of my Facebook news feed when I sat down in my office …


Just stop


Talk to me, I'm soooo lonely ...

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